James's eyes futtered closed as Melissa took shape in front of him. Dusky, dark curly hair falling lazily around her shoulders; heavy breasts resting on a well toned somach, and a bed of curls nestled between her legs.
"Aw fuck... Just fucking once..." James grunted as his hand made contact with his sizable shaft. Gripping it tightly he bagan to pump up and down it's foot long length.
Melissa smiled, pearly whites gleaming against her dark lips, as her slender fingers spread her curls, revealing the previously imagined penis. James bit his lips and pumped harder. Something about this, the combination of feminine and masculine, the soft curves and the hard cock, made him ever more horny.
He saw Melissa, cock rising, taking a few steps through rustling leaves towards him, arms open. His mouth involuntarily opened, tongue tasting the air; even though she was feet off in his mind, part of him wanted to stick his face in her curls. To lick that pussy... And to nuzzle that cock. God he wanted to try it. Only. Maybe. Why couldn't it be a bit bigger!?
Yes. Like that. The cock stretched, each pulse and it got larger; and darker. The foreskin stretched painfully back, giving the shaft a glossy look; and the head began to flatten, making the whole thing more like a hard cylinder. It looked familiar.
"Fuck that looks good". His addled mind wanted him to taste it.
"Come here Mel!" He breathed.
The leaves rustled as she moved again, this time accompanied with a *huff*. Something about this seemed so very real.
James's eyes opened a crack, before flying wide open. With a surprised grunt he scrambled and fell back on his ass. Landing bare-naked on the mossy ground, heavy cock painfully slapping him in the jaw.
Plodding towards him and not two feet away was not 'Melissa' but rather the same grey and blond donkey that he had run into before.
"Jesus girl!" he managed to get out before she reached him, gently but firmly, she used her long face to shove him back and on to the ground.
Unprepared and unready, James's back hit the soft ground as the sky above him darkened with the silhouette of a donkey. A very horny donkey.
Hovering only six inches from his face, and dark, glossy, cylindrical, was the donkey's massive cock.
His mind screamed two things at the same time. The first was, "Holy Fuck! Donkey cock!", and the other, "Holy fuck, that's Melissa's cock...".
Indeed the cock that was dangling right in front of his face, the cock he could now smell, musty and glorious, was the same as he had imagined on Melissa in his daydream, that couldn't have been a coincidence.
"This is so fucked..." he breathed. He wanted to leave, to run. But more than that he wanted to taste it. He had imagined it on Melissa, wanted so badly to try it then, and now... here it was.
His mouth opened, salivating, and he leaned forward a tiny bit. He could now feel the heat emanating from the donkey's dick.
Nostrils fully immersed in the musty smell, he could hold back no longer. His tongue snaked out at made contact with the black flesh. Rough, silky, warm, musty, all in one. He wanted more.
A larger lick, now leaning into it. The differing testures rolling over his tongue were setting his nerves on fire. The donkey shifted and the cock bobbed, momentarily putting it out of reach.
Reflexively his hand shot out and grabbed the shaft to keep it from moving as he brought his face up and sucked on the rim of the head.
"Nooo..." He moaned softly. This was too good. His mouth closed around the urethra as he felt the slick feel of pre-cum ooze onto his tongue.
He wanted this thing inside him. Rock hard and feeling his asshole pulse, the realisation hit him. And it terrified him. Terrified him enough to pull back, quivering. A moment of partial sanity appeared as he scooted out from under the donkey; his twitching cock and tingling tongue protesting.
Now no longer being stimulated, the donkey turned at twisted, initially turning the wrong direction to find James. This did have the un-intended consequence of facing the back of the donkey to him. The part with that perfect, asshole, that slick cleft. The one that even his unaddled mind had appreciated.
James squeaked, which the donkey heard, turning to face him. Seeing him, mast erect, she *HAAAWW'd* loudly and turned away. James watched as the black pussy winked, briefly showing the pink interior, thumb sized clit poking out enticingly.
That was the final straw. Some fucked up mental arithmetic in James's mind justified that it was better to fuck a donkey, than to want to be fucked by one; so that's what he did.
Scrambling to his feet he closed the distance quickly. Hard hooves thudding on the packed bed of leaves and moss. He grabbed the donkey's flank, and grabbing his rock hard horse-shaft, he guided himself into the warm, tight, braying donkey. Never before in his life had he felt sensations like this. The massive length of his changed shaft fully inserted, was infinitely better than any sex he had with Melissa.
This was better than Melissa. One thrust and this donkey was better. The thought was now done. There now forever, undeniable that he had had it.
James found that the upward angle of his horse shaft forced him to lean forward, almost lying on the donkey's back, naked chest rubbing off the coarse and bristly hairs. His nipples stood erect at the coarseness of it.
Wanting to feel more on his nipples, and to feel that delicious pleasure on his cock he pulled back a bit. The rough hair scratching his nipples and chest, all while the warm silky feel on his cock.
His arms snaked around the donkey's flank to hold on as he thrust again and again. Each thrust sending the donkey into a pleasured bray.
"This girl's a screamer!". James thought, giggling as his tingling chest rubbed off the donkey's back. More and more he felt his nipples, and the surrounding chest, it felt softer; more malleable. The whole of his chest felt good now. Good enough that it gave him a wind to re-double his efforts.
The now franting thrusting increased the pace and pitch of the donkey's brays as James began to climax. A bubbling deep within his undercarriage burst free with an involuntary clench. He felt his entire shaft as if it tried to expand outward, increasing the pressure to bursting. He felt, deep within his donkey partner, the head of his shaft flare, sending such a shock as to almost wipe his mind.
The first, huge, ropey shot was fired into the donkey with a long shuddering whail from James. His mind was only a bundle of pleasured neurons, stars and sparks as his chest, nipples and cock blazed in ecstasy.
On and on this went, neurons and cock firing wildly, until exhausted and weary, James slid bonelessly from the donkey, into a heap at it's backside with a *slurp*.
The fall and juddering stop was enought to make James aware of a heavy, pleasurable sensation on his chest. As he lay there his head turned to be greeted by twin mounds on his chest.
So epic had been the fucking, how so pleasurable, that James was neither shocked or immediately surprised to be greeted by his new breasts. Mouth hanging open in mindless numbness his eyes turned up to watch the donkey pussy above him wink. This resulted in a spurt of cum, his own, dribbling down onto his new breasts.
Hot against the rubbed raw skin his hand shot up to rub his chest. His eyes rolled as the sticky slick cum rubbed into the tender skin...
The donkey left out a satisfied *huff* and a part of James thought. "This thing really needs a name..."